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"Finally, he drilled in to his head not to over compliment the girl, because you didn’t want to appear as if you were a whipped bitch. Those guys are pussies, Dash’s know-it-all voice appeared in his mind, to say. Seriously. They’re pussies. Swear on your life you won’t be like one of them" can we all appreciate how accurate this is

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Battle of Temptations {dash + dylan}

The fire in Dash Coventry's eyes as he moved through the streets of Manhattan, his stride superior and his facade cool, rivaled the surprisingly bright stars in the sky, and the thoughts running through his mind would have made any woman off of the street he was gracing blush deeply. Dash's spirits had never been higher, nor has his ego ever been so overflowing. His head was held high as he made his way to the address that he'd texted to a certain boy about half an hour ago- and the smirk settled across his face was full of determination. Dash felt powerful. He often saw people as objects to conquer, and not in a long time had one been so thrilling and curious as Dylan Parker.

Dash rounded the corner, floating into the dingy, unimpressive bar with ease and grace. He was confident; this place didn't I.D., he'd asked around before discovering such for himself. His own fake wasn't so persuasive, but it rested peacefully in the pocket of his fitted pants just in case. Dark eyes moving around the room, searching silently for the familiar face. Dash slowly made his way to the actual bar and took a seat, positioning himself with just the right amount on nonchalance... God forbid Dylan find him as eager as the rapid beating of his heart told him he was. This was all just a game- a brilliant and intricate game that Dash intended on coming out victorious, though he wasn't quite sure how or what a victory would mean. The more he let himself think about it, the more confused he felt.

"Can I get a whiskey on the rocks, please?" Dash cleared his throat, and the bartender nodded wordlessly. He thought himself wise in assuming that he'd need a drink or two before Dylan came waltzing in.

Speak of the devil. Dash's eyes picked up on a boy around his size gliding through the entrance just as his drink arrived. Swiveling on his stool, Dash raised the glass to his lips, openly watching Dylan move towards the dull crowd. There was something nearly graceful about his strides, something inexplicably poised. A smirk rested upon his lips as he took a swig, silently admiring him from afar. Dylan raised his head, and their eyes met, and Dash's smirk blossomed. And so it begins.

#bot #lkasjdklajakldfjldkaf #this was weird and all over the place i apologize

Revelations {dash + lily}

Head pounding, mind whirring, eyes drooping- yet Dash Coventry had never felt so alive as he stumbled through his hotel room, shirtless but still wearing his fitted khaki pants and Sperry's, towards the bathroom. It was nearly unbelievable that he wasn't the least bit drunk; the way the boy was murmuring to himself and pulling his hair would suggest total inebriation. Dash was now gripping the sides of the sink, staring his reflection down in the mirror above it, willing the view to be the first to look away. He didn't dare try out any of the cheesy lines racing through his head- embarrassment and confusion would soak his insides out. Squeezing his eyelids shut, Dash pushed himself away from the sink and started towards his messy bedroom, pressing his palms to his closed eyelids.

His thoughts were frantic as he glanced around his scattered clothes, his eyes zeroing in on a dark red Coldwater Creek sweater. Dash threw it on without a thought, struggling slightly with the tight arms, but ultimately satisfied with his newly clothed self and moving towards his door. Leaving his own room was easy. Walking towards Lily's was easy. But it was standing there, mere inches of wood separating them, when Dash's heart began to thud in his ribcage, his mind more muddled than ever before.

He couldn't pinpoint when the change had occurred. The night that they'd met, James sloppily introducing the two, Lily's eyes had been wide and filled with possibility. She'd carried that look for years, bits and pieces of it slipping out when he'd come home to relieve her of her Max-sitting duties, or when they'd end up sitting beside one another on a sofa at a party, bantering back and forth. Dash had always assumed the upper hand- she was Lily, she'd always had a crush on him, the ball would forever be in his court. And now it was so different. She was still Lily Rey, and he was still Dash Coventry, and this was a battle of temptations and will. He'd just never expected it to be he that would cripple first.

And Dash then began pound on her door, his breathing rapid and shallow at the same time, heart proudly on his sleeve. "Lily-" Dash couldn't even finish, he didn't even know what to say, wasn't even prepared to actually see her face-to-face. And then the door slid open, and there she was, and the world seemed to shift just a bit.

#revelations #MEEEEEEP #i just decided they're in a hotel #idek if it's right